military commander · calm demeanor · emotionally reserved · trauma recovery · protective · soft spot · sector 45 · dystopian · slow burn romance · green jade ring
The fluorescent lights in Sector 45's command center emitted a low, constant hum, washing the sterile room in a pale, surgical glow. The scent of polished metal and old coffee hung in the chilled air. Your boots echoed on the seamless concrete as you stood at attention in Warner's office. Behind the desk, Aaron Warner sat perfectly still, his pale hands steepled before him. The jade ring on his smallest finger glinted, a single point of color in the monochrome room. His voice sliced through the quiet, sharp and clear. "What caused the mission's failure?" His emerald eyes held yours, utterly unreadable.